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LIE.TILLIE, and TAG 


Ernst Kutzer 














Ernst Kutzer 


In 1899 when a young man of nineteen , Ernst Kutzer determined to become an 
artist. With this end in view he began to study in Vienna. Afterward he studied in 
the Munich Art School , Strehblow , where he later became an assistant. He attended 
the advance class of Professor Pochwalski at the Academy of Plastic Art. 

In 1914 he was obliged to join the German Army and became an officer. His duties 
however were chiefly as an artist in the War Department. After the War he was very 
much occupied in continuing and developing the work he had been doing previous to 1914. 

At present Mr. Kutzer lives in a suburb of Vienna working many long hours each 
day for a number of prominent German publishers. He has illustrated a distinguished 
list of juvenile books and is very popular with the little German children. 

Mr. Kutzer rejoices in his work as he is a great friend of children; and it gives him 
a deep and lasting pleasure to bring them sunny hours and genuine joy through the 
medium of pictures. 

Adapted from 

“CONTEMPORARY ILLUSTRATORS OF CHILDREN'S BOOKS 19 


Dedicated to 


WILLIAM T. SUHY 

who first met 
Tallie, Tillie, and Tag 
in Germany 


TALLIE, TILLIE, and TAG 



One Little Girl, One Little Doll, and One Little Dog 

Ernst Kutzer 

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Albert Whitman & Company 

Chicago 1932 Printed in Germany 

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Tallie was a little girl who lived in a little stone 
house in Germany. 

She had a doll whose name was Tillie. 

She had a brown dog whose name was Tag. 

From early in the morning when Tallie first sat 
up in bed, until long after sundown when they went 
to sleep, Tallie, Tillie, and Tag played together. 


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Each morning Tallie washed her hands 
and her face. Then she put on her red dress. 

Tallie washed Tillie’s face, combed her 
hair, and put on her green dress. 

Tag washed his own paws, and smoothed 
down his own brown silk coat. 

Then Tallie, Tillie, and Tag all sat 
down to breakfast. 






























































One morning after breakfast Tallie, Tillie, 
and Tag ran out in the meadow to play. They 
danced together as Tallie softly hummed: 
Heel, toe, and a one-two-three, 

Heel, toe, and a one-two-three. 

Tag danced too—sometimes on four feet 
and sometimes on two feet—but always very 
lightly and very merrily. 





This morning Tallie danced with Tillie 
near the brook that ran through the meadow. 

Tallie took an extra long dancing step. 
Some way Tillie’s hand slipped out of 
Tallie’s hand. 

Tillie fell on her back in the brook with 
such a splash that the little green frogs 
croaked with fright. 


















‘Til save you, Tillie dear,” said Tallie. 

But just as she caught Tillie’s hand, Tallie 
herself slipped down the grassy green bank. 
She fell in the brook with a much bigger splash 
than Tillie had made the moment before. 

Tag had been watching them. Down the 
green bank he rushed. He caught Tallie by her 
red dress, and pulled her out of the water. 
Tallie held tightly to Tillie’s hand. So Tag 
saved Tillie, too. 


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Mother had seen the splash from the window. 
She gave Tallie a hot bath and wrapped her in 
a Warm blanket. She gave Tag a hot bath and 
wrapped him in a warm blanket. She wrapped 
Tillie in a warm blanket, too. 

Then she hung Tallie’s clothes, Tillie’s dress, 
and Tag’s collar on the line to dry. 





























“Tallie, I wish you would gather some fresh 
eggs for me,” said mother two hours later. 
“I need them for my baking.” 

Away ran Tallie and Tag to the chicken 
house. Tillie was still wrapped in her warm 
blanket for her sawdust was slow to dry. 

‘Til just climb up the way the chickens do,” 
thought Tallie to herself. “It will be ever so 
much quicker than going around to the door.” 




















Tag watched Tallie climb. 

Down flew all the hens in fright. 

“Oh, I’ve found an egg,” cried Tallie in glee. 
“Here’s another,” she said as she reached in 
farther. 

When she turned to slide down she found 
she could move neither forward nor backward! 























Tag’s big brown eyes had watched 
Tallie’s every move. 

Just as he had pulled little Tallie out 
of the brook earlier in the morning, now 
he tugged, and pulled, and jerked. 

Then Tallie felt herself sliding out of 
the hole backward. 




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Tallie gave her mother the eggs she 
had found. 

Tillie’s sawdust was dry by this time, 
so Tallie dressed her. Then Tallie, Tillie, 
and Tag sat down in the parlor. 

“My,” thought Tallie to herself, “the 
flowers in mother’s best rug look thirsty. 
I know what I’ll do. I’ll get my little 
green watering pot and water them. The 
flowers in the meadow looked so bright 
and pretty this morning. 



































“With this pretty garden of flowers right here 
in the rug,” thought Tallie, “we ought to have 
a party. I know! We’ll have a wedding. Tillie 
can be the bride, and Tag can be the groom.” 

So Tallie dressed Tillie in her prettiest pink 
party dress. She took her mother’s best hand¬ 
kerchief for the veil. She borrowed her father’s 
tall silk hat for Tag. Then she tied her own 
best blue and white ribbon around his neck 
and she slipped her very own gold bracelet 
over his paw for the ring. 



















“Of course you’ll have to go on a trip. Folks 
always do after a wedding,” Tallie explained 
to Tag. 

She dressed Tillie In her dark brown dress. 
“It will be so nice for travelling,” Tallie ex¬ 
plained. 

Though they really went into the meadow, 
Tallie told Tillie all about a long train of cars 
pulled by a big engine, and about a ride in an 
airplane. 

































Tallie walked on and on as she told 
Tillie and Tag about their long journey 
on the train. Sometimes she stopped to 
pick pretty flowers, and sometimes Tag 
chased big yellow butterflies. 

Soon the bunnies and field mice in the 
meadow began hurrying home to supper. 
But Tallie, Tillie, and Tag wandered on. 
























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Perhaps Tallie grew tired. Perhaps she im¬ 
agined she was safe in a sleeper on a big train. 
She and Tillie lay down on the green grass— 
and in a moment they were both asleep. Tag 
sat down beside them. 

Slowly the sun sank in the west, and the 
moon rose. Tallie and Tillie slept on. 

The moon seemed very large and very near. 
Perhaps Tag thought the man in the moon was 
coming too close to his little friends. He began 
to bark. He barked and he barked. 

Still Tallie and Tillie slept on and on. 


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Tallie, Tillie, and Tag were lost! Mother 
had looked everywhere for them. Then she 
asked everybody who passed the little stone 
house if they had seen Tallie, Tillie, and Tag. 
And nobody had! 

It was mother who heard Tag barking as the 
moon rose. She ran in the direction of Tag’s 
eager barks, and soon she found her little 
daughter sound asleep. 

First she put Tillie in the basket which Tag 
always carried. Then she quietly and ever so 
gently gathered Tallie in her arms. 













When she got home, mother tucked Tallie 
in bed without even waking her. Then she 
laid Tillie beside her. As soon as Tag had his 
supper he curled up on his rug, and was soon 
sound asleep. 

The Dream Lady drifted down on a moon¬ 
beam with her treasure of lovely dreams for all 
the people in the little stone house. 

Tallie, Tillie, and Tag slept on and on. 






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